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THE OLD LOG CABIN. 




By LUCIAN B. WATKINS. 



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Copyright, 1910, By Lucian B, Watfcins, 
All rights reserved. 

Price i5 cents. 



The Printery, Fort D. A. Rustell. Wyoming. 



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Maternal Eden! Cradle of the night 
Before the hailed Aurora of the dawn 

Of present day. Thy roof revealed the light 
Of beck'ning stars, where many souls were 
drawn 

In inspirations of a worthy aim 

That marked the nucleus of a noble name. 



The poor and lowly trusted to thy care 

Found rugged strength and faith-inspired heart; 

Thou gav'st the whisper with thy simple fare 
That would not let the light of hope depart. 

The fragrance of their forest-scented dream 

Spoke ever of a human height supreme. 



Thy gift is in the background of the past 
Of many hves that tower in the sky ^ 

The fHcker of thy candle Hght is cast 
In radiance manifold of blessings high. 

Yea, many human pinnacles of earth 

Walked from the portal of thy humble birth. 



Though now eclipsed by present palace hall, 
Where all the suns of civ lization lay 

The splendors of their beauties over all, 
Thou art the father of the glowing day. 

The White House of the blessed Lincoln goal 

Was but the evolution of thy soul. 



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